Serenade

The mansion in the woods was the place where no one went to unless you were dared to prove you weren't a chicken. But even then most people who went in never came back out or at least that is what everyone in town said. The mansion was built in 1820 by a french enthusiast who was said to have died by the hands of his eighteen year old son that vanished before police had evidence against him. There had been many owners who owned it but each time their daughter would vanish without a trace,if they had sons they would find them dead. It was a mystery to everyone on what would happen to the daughters the town would look for almost three months but find nothing. It is like they never existed in the first place. I have been to the mansion many times with my friends who were mostly guys. They would always go in and explore for fun but I would always refuse to go in. Most of the time I would go around and take pictures since I am interested in photography it felt right for me to take pictures of it. Sometimes I can't help but come here by myself and just watch the windows for any movement or anything out of the usual. But every time I went nothing ever happened which was good but also boring. I went there again tonight I went to the door I was going to go in but I was scared so I didn't. I backed off and set up my camera in front of the door and put it on the tripod. I then set a timer and quickly got in front of my camera then posed. Tonight I made sure to wear a white corset gown so it would stand out in the midday darkness. I looked at the picture and it was pretty mysterious I had posed myself to make it look like I was running to the house while I had my head turned back as if looking at someone. I was going to take another shot but I heard something I wasn't sure what it was. I walked to the door and put my ear against it the next thing I know I hear a man singing. It was getting closer as if someone was going to come to the door I went to my camera to have it ready. The door opened, I took a picture then I ran away leaving my tripod. I ran all the way home without stopping when I made it to my home I slammed the door shut and locked it. I slid down on the door trying to catch my breath while doing so my brother came downstairs and looked at me.

" Are you okay?'' He asked me

" Yeah." I replied

" Like I am going to believe that so tell me what the story is." He said

" Well I was taking photos at the mansion I was going to do a reshoot but then I swear I heard some sound coming from inside of it so I put my ear to the door someone was singing and it kept getting closer to the door. Then I ran to my camera to have it ready to take a picture when the door opened I snapped a photo and ran home but I left my tripod." I explained to him

" Well let's look at that picture you got." He said

" No let's wait until tomorrow and we will look at it with Jake. Luke, and Tray." I said

" Okay whatever you say." He replied

I stood up and walked to my room so I could sleep for school tomorrow. I layed in my bed but no matter what I couldn't sleep all I could think of was the singing. It was stuck in my head when I would close my eyes it would get louder like the person singing was in the room with me. It was frightening but also calming.